Say it once, say it twice
mad folk yell, it’s not nice.
When the brain, fires in haste
lest a thought falls to waste
tie sour tongues; iron deep frowns
rough hewn gifts don't cast clowns.
Widen your spheres; hone words truly
Great minds bounce; no acts unruly.
CHRISTMAS’S GREATEST GIFE
(A Flowing Tanka Litany)
Come, lend me eyes' ears
As I share the truth of Love’s
Real celebration:
The glorification of
God’s greatest gift giving:-
With waters of love,
Let us rainbow our lives:
Reflecting oneness:-
Like the onement of night’s sky,
Let’s glow in onderfulness:-
Like the moon reflects
The shining light of the sun,
Let's reflect God’s Son:
Blessed Love brightly glowing;
Its Trinity enlightening:-
This allegory,
Must become reality’s
Earthly way of life:-
And let us be the parents
Of such glorious birthing:-
Nourishing this birth,
Let’s raise up equality,
And balanced justice:-
Indeed, let’s be grandparents
Of Divine Wisdom’s guidance:-
Gift wrapped and cradled;
God’s gift of humanized Love:
His Spirit—in Christ—Born:-
This Christmas, let us reflect
God’s gift of true birthing love:-
Give God’s Greatest Gift:
Love, wrapped and bow-tied in peace;
Cradled in our hearts:-
Merry Christmas, my love ones;
Thank God for His greatest gift:-
Morning is of laziness out of bed.
Afternoon is awaiting rest ahead...
Of night that can't even sleep,
Through night's dream quietly deep
Whenever soul's freedom be rightly led
Tender is the winter afternoon.
A muted sun sheds a golden light.
Close my eyes... homebound memories.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
Sit with me
If you dare to partake
Delicacies suited for a king
Uncomposed melodies
that compel the heart to sing
Rays of the sun
wrestled from the sky
Secrets of wise men
upon whom I dared to spy
The moist anticipation
purchased from dreamers
with bated breath
Renewed energy reclaimed
after a moment of rest
The sweetness of honey
gifted by the bees
The gentle power of the forest
as trees chasing a summer breeze
If you dare to partake
Then sit with me
Algebra makes me feel stupid.
Equations and inequalities,
algebra makes me feel stupid.
I could have an A in the grade book, but that doesn't mean that I understand.
lost in class, barely turned that in on time.
Algebra makes me feel stupid.
So I drift into my own world.
But at least in my world, I'm not alone.
Algebra makes me feel stupid,
it's not my teacher's fault, but my own.
The problem is, I run on academic validation, more so than food or water,
so I sink.
pretend- and make them think
make them think I know what I am doing,
but I am on the brink.
the brink of failure.
Algebra makes me feel stupid.
once gifted, now barely scraping by.
once impressive
what makes me impressive?
certainly not my ability to solve complex algebraic expressions.
is it my ability to fake it?
to only raise my hand when I know the answer?
Is it too late?
is it too late to know the answers?
too late to say I don't understand and ask questions?
Algebra makes me feel stupid.
once excelling in school, now regular.
picasso's lines are effortless
he makes it look too easy
to be gifted with such talent
is absolutely magnificently crazy
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2025
Gifted.
A round clay grey chalice
just outside the kitchen door
filled to the brim
with dark brown nurture,
frothy feather greens trimmed.
She eats the fresh smells
with all her secret senses...
Even her ears hear subtle
strong notes as she chews the cud
breaking down her defenses.
Handed some leaves in a bag-
not big enough to contain
her gratitude and pleasure...
buries her face in notions
of growing her own treasures.
Coriander, sweet basil, dill-
lungs balloon with pungent perfume
caught, breath held until
heart gasps, thankful-exhumes
breath of life with CO2, awake
to symbiosis give and take.
Thank You, from the abyss of my heart...
It is a Pleasure to return!
Aqua Marine: 09/12/2024
Acts 20:35
Acts 17:28
James1:17
Ephesians 5:1
Proverbs 12:25
1 Thessalonians 2: 8
Afterthought...
The sandwich...
Red, white, green...
Tomatoe bright red
Sweet basil next green strong
Mozzarella cheese.
Mama Mia!
Voices calm the storm,
Shielding fragile, hopeless hearts—
Justice finds its voice.
I gifted my nephew a book.
He’s going to admire the colors and the happy faces inside
while the words are read to him by someone more senior.
He will point out the pumpkins, the kittens, the rainbows
and smile ear to ear with excitement and laughter.
He will reach out to turn the cardboard pages
before the sentence is even finished.
He will bounce up and down on the lap of the reader
while it gets closer and closer to the end.
I gifted my nephew a book.
One about how he’s the apple of my eye, the stars in my sky, the pumpkin to my pie.
One about how I will be with him always.
That our lives are forever intertwined.
His purity is admirable.
He embraces the rain, he sees no gray.
His innocence is peaceful
as he can sniff out what is true and avoid what is not.
His naivety is blissful
as he associates me with love and play, comfort and care.
He knows nothing within the deeper levels of my being,
but he still loves me.
I gifted my nephew a book.
A promise to him that I will be by his side, endlessly.
teacher's pet
she is an obedient student
compliant
rule follower
teacher refers her to gifted program
her intelligence score is mediocre
compliance does not mean gifted
but how many of us know this?
off the chain student
teachers argue against him receiving gifted services
he is a class disturbance
often off the wall behavior
wild, uninhibited; a strange thinker
his intelligent score is through the roof
wants everything to be fair
gifted? Oh, yes, ma’am!
Wealth immunity is a material possession
of the physical body,
happiness is a mentality
of the conscious
put in place by the soul that delivers the deed,
there is no weakness where there is need,
and there is no status to the man with greed,
power is gifted until the powerful fall
when judgement is placed upon us all.
Fame is a game of the mortal
abuse is a game for the awful
when the power is yours
to abuse above law
will the morals restore you
or will damnation enthrall
when you’re someone
remember
you’re no one at all
Walking in my life,
I met one life,
Of one man life.
I like his life
He speak about life,
Example life of wife
I like his face,
It shows how confidence,
Speaking with evidence.
Tone of his voice,
When giving you advice,
Like he has merchandise.
He has a lot of chance,
Which shows his experience,
Especially when problem face.
If directs his finger,
You are in danger,
You should be stronger.
His mind in head,
It has a lot of heads,
Which you couldn't ever head.
If you see his styles,
Shows a lot of files,
Which you will smile.
Could not I know!?
Being with him before?
To learn from him more!
I know him now,
I become his narrow,
He ends in jaw.
One's born with brain inherited,
Or gets made with a lot lifted.
It’s not what can one quote,
How much his be of note,
Or else everyone is gifted!
_______________________________
Limerick (Tongue-in-cheek) | 03.12.2018 | humour
Don’t cry beloved mother
Your children pride in you like no other
They wonder why you are called a dark continent
blooming with beauty and splendor every moment
They have got you, they don’t need another
So blessed to have you as their mother
You are gifted by nature
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